—but, did you dream

it would be so bitter? never mind

it is finished, the spring is here.

and we're going to be summer-happy

and summer-kind.

we have died, we have slain and been slain,

we are not our old selves any more.

i feel new and eager

to start again.

it is gorgeous to live and forget.

and to feel quite new.

see the bird in the flowers?—he's making

a rare to-do!

he thinks the whole blue sky

is much less than the bit of blue egg

he's got in his nest—we'll be happy

you and i, i and you.

with nothing to fight any more—

in each other, at least.

see, how gorgeous the world is

outside the door!

san gaudenzio